She walked outside. The morning light hit the library’s mycelium facade, and for the first time in a decade, the building seemed to sigh. Not from age. From relief.

The question had broken her.

She typed faster.

Last week, a student had asked her, “Professor Nesbitt, if a building is designed by AI, parametric software, and a swarm of construction drones, who is the author? And does that building dream?”

Dr. Kate Nesbitt stared at the blinking cursor on her tablet. Around her, the London School of Architecture’s library hummed with the soft whir of climate-control systems—a sound that, to her, symbolized everything wrong with her profession.